The Army of Chaos

Nothing

Zoe’s P.O.V

I can hear footsteps.

There are only two of them. Only one person.

They are slowly but steadily coming towards me. Whoever the person is must be trying to make as little noise as possible, if I wasn’t already awake I would have definitely stayed asleep.

As they slowly steeped closer I couldn’t help but have that feeling again. The feeling you have when you know something is, you know someone is going to do something to you, but you can’t do anything about it. I’m not used to this feeling.

As fear makes it’s way into my system making my body freeze in it’s spot, I can’t help but wonder who is in this cabin. 

Who could so brave, or stupid, to make brake in here? What they want? Or should I say who.

If I’m lucky it’s just some nosy camper. 

If I’m not It’s Gaea or Kronos.

Who is awake at this time? How did they even get in here? The door was unlocked and the windows-

My train of thought was broken by the footsteps stoping. In front of my bunk.

Where they after me? Or Silena, who sleeps on the beed on top of me? Could they have their backs turned around, so they are facing Percy and Luke? Are they after them?

The person kneels down beside my bunk making me close my eyes.

So they are after me? What did I do to them? Did I kill someone they know as a hunter? is the person here because it’s their chance to get revenge now that I’m back? Are they just trying to scare me?

I feel the persons presence come closer to me. The wooden floor of the cabin creaks slightly.

They are scooting closer. Do they have a weapon? Are they being a coward and taking me out when I’m “asleep”? Who is there anyway? Is it a camper? Someone obeying orders?

I feel the presence even closer. It is right in front my bunk now.

Is it just the guys trying to play a prank? No, I don’t have this feeling when it’s the guys. Could it be that this camp is making me slightly paranoid? What if it’s just my imagination? Is it Lord Chaos testing me? Would he do something like this just to know my skill level? No, Lord Chaos doesn’t do this type of thing.

I can feel hot air hitting my face. The person’s breath.

So it’s not my imagination. It could be just another son of Hermes trying to take something. They are very sneaky. Could it be that the person is brave enough to actually come in here? No. They only people sneaky enough are the children of Hermes, and they honestly aren’t brave enough.

The person’ s hand is slowly moving up, I can sense it. I can just imagine them raising it right in front of my face.

Are they stupid enough to take such a risk as to touch someone in their sleep. Don’t they know that some people are very light sleepers? Can it be that they have a weapon with them? No, it isn’t cold enough. If they had a weapon I would feel the coldness of the metal right of my face.

The person moves their hand slightly to the left and moves my hair. I can feel cold air hitting that side of my neck.

Are they going to stab my neck or something? Their weapon could have been in their other hand all along. No I’m just being paranoid. They are just trying to scare me. Show me who is the leader, probably.

They brought something with a sharp end end and gently placed on my neck.

They have a weapon. I should have known all along.

I tried to move my arm to stop them. But nothing happened.

I am paralyzed. Not because of the needle. Or because they are holding me back.

I’m paralyzed with fear.

The spy. It has to be them. Or not. It could be a camper. Annabeth. Frank. Jason. Reyna.So many of them. So many possibilities. So many reasons.

The person pressed the sharp object into my skin.

A needle.

I could feel some sort of liquid being pored into my vein.

A serum.

“Goodnight.” 

I couldn’t recognize the voice. I know it was there and I know what it said., But I didn’t know if it was human or not. I don’t know if it was male or female. Old or young. Evil or sweet. Good or bad. Enemy or ally.

“Sweet dreams.”

And then nothing.

Nothing except the feeling of someone taking the needle out of my neck.

Nothing except the sounds of their footsteps and the door clicking.

Nothing except a ton of brinks on my eyelids, preventing me from opening them.

Nothing but Darkness.